XI-XXX

What I hold in heart is grief and remorse.¹
Save thee I have no access and source.
My grief’s inner tale to whom I can tell,
You know in my bosom you only dwell.

1.         The literal version of line. 1 and 2 is given below
Save smoke of sighs we have nothing with us,
Save thy own hand we have no access thus.
Dud-i-Nafs; smoke of breath viz, sighs.